The Iola register. [volume] (Iola, Allen County, Kansas) 1875-1902, 1887-08-26

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for year." the good lady went ON
'.and Miss Smith said she'd noticed b,
was getting dretful sort Of uppisl
lately, and because shc gave him .
talking to for smoking swct-fern cigar,
in bed. he told her he wasn't going t
be ordered round by no waman. if b,
knowed hisself, SO he up and left. ant
she paying of him two dollars q weel
and boardr'
I'D given him something morn {
talking to" remarked Captain Flagg
emphatically, as he knocked the ashes
from his pipe and rose to his feet. al
guess. Mary Jane. he continued. reach
ing for his hat, I'll jest drift down to
Miss Smiths and see how the land lay,
If she amt shipped any one. that's
the very place for Tad" With which
remark the Captain rolled out of the
door and down the street on his benev.
olent errand, while Mrs. Fl3gg. having
finished clearing away the dinner
things, took up her knitting for the rest
Ol Inc <eT0OOu.
Meanwhile. Tad and Polly were wan
dering about the premises, followed BY
Bounce. who, being city-reared
puppy. seemed to find every thing AZ
Delightfully."- novel and strange as did
Tad himself.
II never thought the country was 50
nice" said Tad, with an expressive
sigh, rs thctwo leaned over the garden
fence and looked down the wide quiet
street. An old-fashioned stage-cosch,
drawn by three horses, was rumbling
along in the direction of the one hotel
locally called "tahvern," which
boosted of room where General La
fayette had slept. Thrice week this
antiquated vehicle made the journey
between Bixport and Middleboro-a
flourishing inland town. twenty miles
distant-with the mails and an occa-
sionai venturesome passenger. Farther
down. at the end of the thoroughfare,
the masts of the "Mary j." outlined
themselves against the sky, and a
glimpse of Bixport river. on its way to
the ocean, could be seen.
dispose you've lived here ever since
you were born" continued Tad, q lit.
tie wistfully. To have been reared in
a peaceful home like this, with the low
ing care Of parents continually about
one, seemed to homeless, orphaned
Tad the very highest happiness earth
could afford.
Polly opened her eyes very wide in
deed.
Why-don't YOU know? How fun.
rs!" she exclaimed, turning wonder
ing face toward her companion.
As Tap hadn't the slightest concep-
ton of her meaning, he shook his head
in silence.
"Of course. you don't, though"
said Polly. recollecting herself. Come
with me-" she said. soberly, touching
Tad on the arm; and, curious to know
her meaning, he followed Polly through
the gate, and across the street to what
was locally known as the "meetin'-
house lott Behind the little old
wooden church. on
either side Of which stood row of SOL
emn-looking pOplars, was the village
burying-ground. into which. to Tad's
great wonderment. Polly silently led
the way.
A short distance from the entrance,
. fiat, moss grown tombstone was
raised upon two slight brick elevations
at either end, on which, in almost il
legible letters, were the words:
sacred to the memory Of
DEBORAH SAYLES.
AGED q.
Killed by ye Indians.
June ye e, A. D. 1884"
Sitting down OH the old stone as on
a bench. Polly motioned Tad to a seat
beside her. Just in front of them stood
. plain white marble slab.
"Read it," briefly said Polly, in a
very low tone, as she pointed to the in
Awcd by Polly's manner. as well as
by the solemn stiffness. only broken by
the breathing of the soft south wind
through the lea1ess branches overhead,
Tad read, in a subdued voice:
"'Here Hos
he body Of very beautiful
unknown lady--onc OF the passengers
N board the ill-fated steamer "Pomerania~
which went ashore near :ne mouth
II Bixport river, in the great gale Of February
~ 1862
Seventy -one souls Were lost
go FLOATING hair all tangled and torn
Beautiful head laid low on the sand
Pride all out OF the arching lips
Life all out Of the marble hands
)h terrible, restless. trembling sea,
low could you leave her alone with dcathH
;lasping her close in cold embrace
md stealing away the last faint BREATH"
CHAPTER VII.
"Mr. Allen, our minister. took that
7erse from paper, and had it cut on
he stone-isn't it beautiful softly said
Polly.
"Yes, indeed" returned Tad. consid.
'rably bewildered, 'only 1 don't see
What it has to do with YOU"
"Wait! l am going to tell you all |
bout it," his companion responded.
Sut she sat for 4 moment or two with
mt speaking, resting her chin in the
follow of her small hand, and her dark
yes looking far off seaward. Through
he hushed stiffness, the distant voice
f the ocean came to their ears, sound
NC soft and low, like the imprisoned
choes that one hears in sea-shell.
ut was IN the great gale of '62, when
fteen vessels and a hundred and
wenty men were lost on Georges
'anks.' said Polly, abruptly. 1.-The
drove ashore on some